MIA with my blogging
Great Conewago Presbyterian Cemetery, Gettysburg, PA
I am horrified to say, it’s been two years since my last blog. Life is always changing, like getting two new German Shepherd puppies (an American German Shepherd and a German Working-Dog German Shepherd), not so much puppies anymore, with one being about 110 pounds! Yes, I said two. And my graphic design career keeps me busy and pays the bills. Very fortunate to have a job that I love! And always family is first, along with a household to keep up.
But, believe me, I am continuously visiting cemeteries (and collecting dolls – up to over 60 dolls now), whether it be by a chance passing and quickly pulling over to the side of the road. Or planned trips up to Brooklyn and Queens. Even some overnight stays with my husband to Gettysburg and Baltimore. And when visiting family in Washington State, I had to stop by at least one Pioneer Cemetery, and of course, visiting the cemetery where many of my ancestors are laid to rest. Over the past couple of years, I've been prepping for some selling events, and actually have two events coming up very soon! I have another photo exhibit, this coming October at the Lawrenceville Branch Library with a reception, and the Hopewell Valley Historical Society invited me to be part of an upcoming event on October 15 (rain date October 22) called Spirits of Hopewell Valley. Please see my Upcoming Events tab above for more information on both of these!
I have most recently joined the world of Instagram! You can find me there at cjoddphotog. Please follow me, as I would love to gain more followers! Please! I'll soon link my site to Instagram and visa versa, once I figure out how to do that.
I am doing my best to get back at my blogging, and excitedly telling you all about my explores. The next ones that you will see, will be various explores from the past two years. Thank you for your patience. So, stay tuned!
I found this very moving quote on the internet (an Eskimo Proverb quote), and had to share. Not the usual dark passage that I usually seek...
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.